The clone gently touched the pattern of the bronze key on her forehead with her fingertips, and ripples suddenly appeared on the metal walls of the laboratory. The scar of the compound eye in Lin Feng's pupil suddenly burned with pain, and his vision penetrated through the ground—deep in the core of the barren planet, a miniature bronze temple was slowly rising. The surface of the temple was engraved with spiral gene chains, and fluorescent Godslayer's Tears flowed in each groove.
"This is the confessional of the first-generation breeders." The orange cat's quantum tail swept across the temple door. The bronze keyhole perfectly matched the pattern on the clone's forehead. As the key turned, the reverberation of mechanical whale songs came from inside the temple, and holographic logs poured down like a waterfall: The first-generation breeders sealed the entropy-reversing spark in despair and wrote the activation password into the end of the Godslayer's gene chains.
Lin Feng placed his palm on the gene verification console, and the recipe patterns under his skin suddenly went out of control. Countless taste memories flooded into his brain: the fishy-sweet taste when the Eye of the Abyss devoured the Milky Way, the bitterness before the orange cat dissipated, the anxiety when Earth II disintegrated... The verification console emitted red light, and the alarm rang throughout the temple: "Polluted genes detected. Initiating purification procedure!"
Suddenly, the clone leaped onto the console, and the key pattern on her forehead burst out with a strong light. Her gene chains materialized in the air, and at the end emerged entropy-reversing codes that the breeders had never seen before: "Brother, this is the real spark!" The moment the codes merged into the core of the temple, the surface of the entire planet began to be quantized, and the sand was reorganized into glittering entropy-reversing crystals.
The mutated wheat fields outside the laboratory suddenly boiled, and the wheat ears decomposed themselves at the quantum level. The emerald-green wheat grains flew into the air and formed a holographic recipe—"Entropy-Reversing Salad: Ingredients are despair and hope mixed in equal proportions". When Lin Feng rushed out of the temple, he witnessed a terrifying sight: The entire desert was transforming into a cooking battlefield. Cacti grew biochemical knives, and sandstorms carried the aroma of molecular cooking.
"They are imitating the cooking procedures of the breeders!" The orange cat tore open a mutated cactus, and the projection of a miniature bronze cauldron floated in the juice. Even more terrifying was that the newly born entropy-reversing crystals began to assimilate the laboratory equipment. The incubation chambers turned into living ovens, and the clone's gene samples were automatically baked into glowing bread inside the chambers.
Lin Feng grabbed a handful of sand grains that were undergoing quantum jumps. The scar of the compound eye suddenly foresaw a terrifying future: Three months later, the entire galaxy would collapse into a cooking black hole, and all matter would be transformed into ring-shaped cakes. In the premonitory image, the baby with compound eyes was sitting in the center of the black hole, sucking on the spiral arm of the galaxy like a pacifier.
"We must restart the ecological reset program of the temple!" The clone inserted her palm into the console, and the entropy-reversing codes spread like a virus. The mutated crops suddenly became rigid all at once, and the recipe patterns on the wheat ears began to be reverse-analyzed. But at the same time, distorted quantum ripples appeared outside the planet's atmosphere—twelve mechanical whale warships were breaking through the dimensional barrier.
On the alloy bones of the mechanical whale pods, the totem of the Entropy-Reversing Eye glowed with an icy emerald light. The abdomen of the leading flagship opened, and a commander in bronze armor walked out—it was actually the high priest who survived the sacrifice on Earth II! His compound eyes had evolved into precise spectral analyzers, and a molecular cooking probe extended from his tongue tip.
"We are the Entropy-Reversing Alliance." The high priest's voice carried an electronic reverberation. The armor projected a star map: Hundreds of cooked universes were being restructured. The mechanical whales were using the remains of the bronze cauldrons to build protective shields. "We need your spark to complete the final puzzle."
Suddenly, Lin Feng smelled the scent of a conspiracy. When he touched the "Entropy-Reversing Core" provided by the fleet, a familiar fishy-sweet taste exploded on his tongue tip—this was clearly diluted gene liquid of the Eye of the Abyss! The orange cat's quantum sensor issued an alarm. Inside the flagship, the baby with compound eyes that was being hatched was imprisoned.
Suddenly, the clone screamed. The key pattern on her forehead resonated with the baby with compound eyes. The temple in the core of the planet began to disintegrate, and the entropy-reversing crystals flowed back into the form of a bronze cauldron. The compound eyes of the high priest burst out with greedy purple light: "Thank you for cultivating the perfect host..."
The gene missiles launched by the fleet disintegrated in the air. At the critical moment, Lin Feng activated the temple's self-destruct program. The clone injected the entropy-reversing codes into her own gene chains and turned into a human-shaped key to insert into the core of the cauldron: "Brother, ignite me!"
When the emerald-green energy storm swept through the galaxy, Lin Feng hugged the gradually transparent clone. Her gene chains drifted away like fireflies, and each segment carried the entropy-reversing spark. The mechanical whale fleet melted away in the light, and the high priest's wail turned into quantum noise: "Impossible... Delicacy should be eternal..."
The barren planet was reborn as an emerald planet, and the mutated crops evolved into a glowing forest. Each leaf was a natural entropy-reversing device, gradually correcting the cooked universe's laws. The orange cat crouched under the newly born world tree, and the quantum fluorescence at the tip of its tail finally stabilized: "She wasn't a sacrifice but a sower."
Three months later, Lin Feng discovered a drifting pod at the edge of the galaxy. The baby with compound eyes sleeping inside the pod opened its eyes, and the clone's face was reflected in its pupils. Even more astonishing was that the baby was clutching half of a bronze key in its hand—which perfectly matched the pattern on the clone's forehead.
"The cycle hasn't ended," the orange cat stared at the newly appeared cooking black hole in the starry sky. "But the spark has learned to germinate in the ashes." When Lin Feng touched the baby's key, a premonitory image flashed: A million years later, the entropy-reversing civilization and the cooking civilization would confront each other at the end of the universe, and their gene maps would all point to the same origin—the glowing forest on that emerald planet.
At the far end of deep space, the whisper of the Eye of the Abyss turned into the flash of a nova explosion. In a dimension that hadn't been discovered yet, the consciousness of the first-generation breeders was being reorganized. On their gene chains, the entropy-reversing codes and the bullfinch symbols were merging into a brand-new totem.